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Artist:Zero Mostel
Taken from the album Fiddler On The Roof by Zero Mostel
Album:Fiddler On The Roof
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Lyrics:A little bit of this, a little bit of that.
A pot, a pan, a broom, a hat.

should have set a match to this place years ago.
A bench, a tree.
So, what's a stove? Or a
People who pass through Anatevka don't even know they've been here.
A stick of
wood. A piece of cloth.

What do we leave? Nothing much.

Anatevka, Anatevka.
Underfed, overworked Anatevka.
Where else could
Sabbath be so sweet?
Anatevka, Anatevka.
Intimate, obstinate Anatevka,
Where I know
everyone I meet.

Soon I'll be a stranger in a strange new place,
Searching for an
old familiar face
From Anatevka.

I belong in Anatevka,
Tumble-down, work-a-day
Dear little village, little town of mine
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